My hand catches her waist before she goes far and I pull her upright and keep her there and I look down at the wet shirt and then back up at her face and I say, "I don't like people touching my things." I let my eyes drop onto her breasts and come back up. "It irritates me."
She is looking at me with an expression that is trying very hard to be composed and is not entirely succeeding.
"I'm afraid," I tell her, and I almost smile, "you're going to have to pay for this, princess."
Chapter Eleven
Nathalie
"I'm sorry," I whisper, voice small against his chest.
Why does this feel like desire? Why is my pussy already aching and wet when I should be terrified? Why did I even think using his bathroom was a good idea?
His grip tightens. "Sorry isn't enough, princess."
I tremble. "Then… what do I do?"
He doesn't answer with words. He walks me backwards until the edge of the dressing table presses into my thighs.
He slips his belt free and turns me firmly, pressing my front against the cool wood, and catches both my wrists behind my back. The belt loops around them, cinching tight with a soft creak.
He lifts the wet hem of his over my hips, bunching it around my waist and leaving my bare ass and dripping pussy exposed. His tattooed hands stroke slowly over my smooth cheeks, rough palms dragging across my sensitive flesh. A helpless moan slips from my lips as my body clenches with need.
"Are you ready for your punishment?" His voice is low.
My heart is pounding so hard I can barely think. This is wrong. I should be fighting. But my body is leaning into his touch.
He pulls the belt tighter. The leather bites into my wrists.
"Yes," I breathe.
The first slap lands across my bare ass. I bite my lip hard, a bright flash of pleasure cutting through the sting as my pussy throbs.
"This is for touching my clothes," he says, stroking my ass, preparing me, and another slap lands.
The sound cracks through the room. I groan, my ass cheek burning.
"And this is for looking so fucking sexy in my stolen shirt."
He strokes my ass again and then he starts to land slap after slap. Each one is heavier, my skin turning bright red and throbbingunder his palm. I'm panting, pushing my ass back into his hand, my wetness is starting to coat my inner thighs.
He leans in close, lips brushing my ear. "And this… is for making me so hard."
He turns to me again. My hands are still bound behind me. My eyes drop and I see the thick, heavy outline of his erection straining painfully against his trousers. It looks huge. My mouth goes dry even as fresh heat floods my pussy, dripping down my legs.
He lifts me onto the vanity, pushing my thighs wide apart.
"Is this… part of the punishment?" I ask weakly.
I'm realizing I like this. Being his plaything. Letting him use me. The thought should shame me. Instead, it makes my clit throb and my pussy clench greedily.
His eyes darken with lust. "Do you want it to be?"
I nod before I can stop myself.
He leans in and kisses me. I kiss him back desperately, panting into his mouth, biting his lower lip, and pulling him closer so his hard bulge grinds right against my wet thighs. He rips the shirt open with one tug. Buttons scatter across the floor. My full breasts spill free, nipples hard.
"You ruined your shirt," I pant against his lips.
